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Yet more, willfully evasive spin on a subject that you still maintain, via ignorant, deflective supposition, is no longer practiced. And you can't spend your entire life huddled over your keyboard arguing the toss over something you seem to know very little about. Have you thought about getting some fresh air yourself, perhaps?


Although I'd be a fool to not recognize the advantages of knowing how to source food in a post apocalyptic landscape, my hunting of large and small game has no alterior motive, such as preparing myself for what you're suggesting I'm looking forward to, *Bob*. But please, take all the time you need to find, or create, evidence that proves otherwise.



Yes, I understand that animals don't have the luxury of a fallout shelter, and thus wouldn't be around to hunt. But I was just trying to make a point, albeit a laughable one, I admit.


But please, fell free to continue in your reptitive, evasive exercise in distraction.

I think you've got me confused with some vegetarian four pages back.


If you want to jet-off to Bulgaria and creep around in the woods in camouflage paint with a bow and arrow whilst listening to Wagner on your iPod - and come home with a Tupperware container half-full of owl meat and a big smile on your face, you go for it.


I don't object to hunting (aka 'paintballing plus').. never have. Whatever turns you on (and it clearly does).



*Bob*, it seems that we've arrived at some resemblance of civilized discourse, except for a faint wiff of yet more baseless supposition on your behalf that you consistently fail or object to backing-up.


I don't "get off" on hunting in the erotic sense that you've childishly, not to mention evasively (yet again), implied. I won't deny that I enjoy the tracking aspect, but I don't spunk in my underwear once the animal I've shot/skewered draws its last breath. Nor do I hunt to such a dramatic soundtrack as Ride of the Valkyries on full blast on an ipod whilst I "creep around in the woods", I don't own one, and to do so would render the hunt futile, as I'm sure you already know. Or are you so dangerously naive that you didn't?

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Actually hideously rude is being generous!


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Would you care to add some evidence that would go towards backing-up that so-far baseless assertion



Immature, Pillock, Stupid oaf,

Imbecile, Dumbass, Childish,

Naive dreadlocked crusty,

Illiterate cretin,

F_cking idiot


All the above words, used by you Scribe, directed towards fellow posters on this one thread.

What exactly is your definition of 'rude'?

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